St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-10-09

r. 1Onable uptown
streets in New
York, and presented such cheerful
appearance that we might fairly sup
pose that even bachelor lawyer could
be happy within its limits. Yet Rich
ard Ryder was far from being con-
tented, and the letter in his hand was
the cause of his dissatisfied frame of
mind. This is what was written in the
letter:
RED SHELL BAY-MoNDAY
Dearest Dick: 1t is a long time since I
wrote you, but hope you have not thought
very i'll of me. l could not write before, and
now 1t is almost breaking my heart. l can
never be your wife, Dick, for 1 am going to
marry Walter Rock,weli~and hate him. oh,
Dick, my love- how can l ever marry that
man when my heart is yours? Yet must, I
must do not scorn me, Dick, but pity me.
VIII you come and see me once more, dear,
before then? Ii SO, come Thursday.
MILDRED.
1t was now Tuesday evening, and
Dick wondered what good would come
OF another visit to his love. Dick Ryder
was good hearted fellow, and loved
Mildred Trevor dearly. but he felt a lit
tie sore over the contents of her letter.
He was pretty well acquainted with the
circumstances which led up to this de-
ciSion of Mildred's. The FrevorS had
been rich and had raised their only
daughter amid all the luxury and re-
tinement which wealth could command.
Two years before our story opens, how
ever, Mr.. Trevor had died, leaving his
wife and daughter much poorer than
ought to have been the case.
Mildred herself loved wealth and af-
f1uence, but her mother much more so.
The latter had led her daughter to be-
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tanned by her was a rich husband So
when Walter Rockwell, wealthy young
merchant, offered his hand in marriage
she accepted his offer. She never loved
him-never pretended to love him-but
then up to that time she had never wed
any one. And then Dick Ryder, hand
some, clever and goOd-hearted, came
upon the scene, and Mildred Trevor
loved him and he loved her. Perhaps
if Mildred had been left to herself and
her feelings in the matter she would
have broken her engagement with Rock
well and married Dick. But strong out
side influence was brought to bear upon
her, especially by her mother. Mr..
Rockwell, too, pressed his suit and tried
to hasten the date for the wedding.
while Dicks practice grew very slowly.
So the end of it all was the letter which
DlCh llUW uclu Ill HIS ldIlQ.
Mr.. Ryder could not make up his
mind that evening as to whether or not
it would be wise for him to go to Red
Shell Bay, land retired to spend the night
in troubled dreams of Mildred and the
Rockwell ogre.
Next morning he was no nearer a So
luton of the difficulty, but as 10 o'clock
drew near he remembered that he had
promised to see his chum, Tom Steven
son, embark on the Etruria for Europe.
He hurried to the pier and found his
friend. They chatted away amid the
hustle and din around them, and just as
the sailors began to clear the decks of
those who were not passengers Steven
son said:
''By the way, Dick, heard something
day or two ago about your rival, Rock
well. l heard he was married to an
English girl in London a year or two
ago and did not use her very well. l
think there is more truth than fiction in
the report, too"
of the ships officers to Dick, giving that
young man a gentle shove on the pier.
: But Dick was aroused by Jhis friends
recital, and at the risk of being noticed
by the crowd, shouted: stevenson!
TOMB
Mr.. Stevenson appeared at the side of
the steamer. CRY and learn all you
can of that matter, Tom, for Gods
sake, and telegraph me-"
''All right" replied Stevenson. as
it so bad as that? Well, good-by. old
fellow, I'll not forgot" But Dick was
too much engrOSSed in his own thoughts
to bid his friend ''good-by'' or wish him
bon voyage. One thing Dick Ryder was
resolved upon. He would go down to
Red Shell Bay and he would start that
very evening.
Red Shell Bay is an out-of-the-way,
quiet little summer resort on the New
England coast. Besides the one small
hotel there are perhaps dozen cottages
altogether too insignificant place for
the railroad to include along its line.
So the iron horse passed Red Shell Bay
full ten miles to the westward, and
communication with New York and
Boston is kept up by means of a
steamer, which during the summer
months makes bi-weekly trips.
This was Wednesday, and the steamer
left New York Tuesdays and FRIDAYS.
SO, if Dick should be at Red Shell bay
on Thursday, he must take the train to
Derbyville and walk or drive the addi-
tional ten miles. "Well," thought he,
Il have often walked it before, and [
think l can do it once more; l can walk
over early in the morning.
However Dick missed the night train.
and the train that left New York on
Thursday morning did not bring him to
Derbyville until o'clock in the after
noon. Meanwhile he had telegraphed
to Miss Trevor:
Will walk over from Derbyville Thursday
evening. Try and meet me at the old place.
The Derbyville road lay for more than
two miles along the top of the cliffs be-
fore it entered the seaside village of
Red Shell Bay. Dick had been wont to
leave the highway and take to the sands,
where Mildred had several times met
him to bear him company at the close
of his walk.
1t was just shutdown when Dick came
to the point where he usually left the
road for the beach, and, although it was
the close of a sultry day in August, the
ocean appeared unusually sullen, while
the sky looked wild with that strange
mixture of thick blackness and fiery
redneSS which we sometimes see before
terrible storm.
Dick began to think that he was in
for wet SIX n, if for nothing else, and
hoped that Mildred had not started out.
Hardly had the hope escaped his
thoughts when from his elevated posi-
ton he saw in the fading light, perhaps
quarter of a mile down the shore, the
aforementioned girlish figure-MiI-
bred. He quickened his footsteps, and,
as speedily as possible, descended to
the beach. 1t did not take him more
than two minutes, but in that short
space of time the stormy twilight
changed to pitchy darkness. 1t was
fearfully dark-so dark that Dick could
not see the waves, though he could feel
the surf break at his feet. Ali! 1t was
a high tide, too, and still running in.
If it were not that he had seen Mil
dred he would certainly now have re-
turned to the roadway; now he must
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